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Let this be your rallying cry. Let it be your new hot-button topic, a raw naked wildfire underground grassroots crusade, your juiciest of incentive programs, your inspired call to hit South Sound lounges and bars and taverns. It's a new old column called 3 Drink Minimum. It's maximum fun. The rules are
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T is for the tasty turmoil of saliva-inducing spices. A is for authentic flavors that warm my belly. C is for comfort food, and O is for the tiny onions found atop of every delicious bite. S, my dear friends, is for the stop I make every time I pass
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Psychopathic Pacific Northwest weather leads to a psychopathic Steph DeRosa. Teamed up with a subdued, yet just as psychopathic Bandito Betty, leads to nothing but psychopathic trouble. Psychopathic weather: One day it's sunny, the next it's rainy. One day it's hotter than the crease under a Southern Belle's bosom, the next
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There's a difference between "going out to lunch with your friend" and "grabbing lunch with your friend." One requires a designated server, assigned to your table specifically, who treats you as though you are numb from the waist down and can't do anything on your own. They hand you a menu,
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Daniel Furry Friend, my Olympia sidekick (don't tell Bandito Betty), surprises me at every attempt, and without fail. Note our recent morning text session: Me: Are you working today? Dan: No, I actually just got to the China Clipper for a few cocktails. Come play. Me: Damn. It's 8:30 a.m.! Dan: It's a classy
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Hidden just around the corner from Downtown Puyallup's Stewart and Main Street intersection sits a little store where people love craft beer. The Station U-Brew, thriving now for approximately three years, was created by owner Steve Samples and hosts a bar that seats six people and pours six different beers on
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I couldn't do it. I tried to take a day job as a receptionist and magnificently failed to wrangle my boredom. Some people have the calmness trait: It makes you happy sitting in front of a dead computer screen, staring at the phone, waiting for it to ring ... but
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Bandito Betty, sidekick extraordinaire, has decided to run some goddamn marathon. Something about sick kids, diseases, raising money for them, blah, blah, blah. ... I tune her out most of the time, so who knows what reason Bandito Betty has for wanting to unnecessarily run over 26 miles when no one
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There comes a time in a parent's life when they realize other kids' birthday parties have an escape route. You buy the gift; you wrap the gift; you show up at the party; and then you escape. The route one must escape through? Libations. Find the nearest bar and run to
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What else was there to do on an amazingly gorgeous sunny day like last Sunday but take in a few drinks in a dark, smoky bar? The Thunderbird Lounge (and its Aficionado Cigar Lounge) is one of the last places you can smoke inside in Pierce County. I couldn't help but
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When most people are tolerating annoying family members and muttering the phrase, "You can't pick your family" under their eggnog-permeated breath, I'm smiling on the inside because when your friends are your family the old rule is overturned. I pick my friends; therefore I have picked my family. To put myself in
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I just ate a whole can of chili. What's worse is that it wasn't even real chili. It was that vegetarian kind where they use some sort of processed soy product to replace the ground beef. That s*** will give you worse gas than the real stuff, and it won't
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Occasionally, my immunity is compromised and sneaky cold germs infiltrate what I usually consider to be strong barrier walls inside my body. Damn those bastards. Germs are ugly, villainous invaders with nothing good to say, do or think about. As a matter of fact, they remind me of one certain
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For the past month I've seen just about every yee-hawin' family member south of the Texas panhandle. I've also tackled Mickey Mouse outside Cinderella's castle, busted skin on my aunt's new boat, chewed out some dude working the go-karts at an over-rated arcade, purchased a gallon (ok, two gallons) of
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I was in on it. Good friend and fellow Weekly Volcano scribe Kris Blondin had someone she wanted to set up with the now-single (yay!) Bandito Betty. The key was to not tell Bandito we were setting her up, and to simply manipulate the male interaction as if by accident.
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Better than finding a Snickers bar under your couch cushion, or a $5 bill in your coat picket, one of the best surprises you could ever encounter is a secret alcohol area of the Puyallup Fair, hosted by Lady Luck's Cowgirl Up. Not the Park Bistro's Washington wine garden (which
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I can't remember the last time I was in a Billy McHale's. As a matter of fact, I don't think I've ever been in a Billy McHale's. No, wait, I remember once (a long, long time ago), having some drinks in a place with a mini choo-choo train circling overhead,
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I'm breaking the 3 Drink Minimum rules this week - slightly - and taking it upon myself to establish the first ever documented bottle of wine downed in just one sitting, by just one person. No, I don't think this is the first time it's been done, but neither is one
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I like to call this place "Dead Lobster." Juvenile, I know, yet it still makes me giggle every time. It had been years since I'd even thought about stepping foot inside Dead Lobster. I no longer have an interest in staring at their huge fish tank in the lobby, filled
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Joining me last weekend was Kris Blondin, Bandito Betty, Jennifer Johnson and Kate Swarner. I found it my personal obligation to release these friends and fellow scribes from all Weekly Volcano duties for one sunny weekend, and whisk them away for a little girl time in Westport at what has